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Any title ideas guys? Ch.6 - Allspark abilities

I mentioned in chapter 5 - Bee gets a sunflower about Sam's allspark abilities, but I didn't write anything for it, so here you go. Sam has allspark abilities. I also subscribe to the idea that a human to cybertronian would become a tank or considered OP! I won't debate this either. This is fiction nad for my enjoyment. don't like, don't read. I've read far too many humans are space orcs/the weird ones for anyone to change my mind anyways.

Masterlist: X, Ch.5, Ch.7

Chapter Text

A Decepticon was scouting and managed to stumble upon the Autobot base. He wasn’t able to send the coordinates to the other Decepticons, fortunately. The protections were automatically raised and there was no way the submarine would be able to escape.

Unfortunately, Sam was drawn to the wrong feeling. The closer she got to the fighting she started to glow {colour the Allspark does glow, or maybe a green to match her striking eyes.} and at her command “cease” the Decepticon and only the Autobots who were about to land a strike upon the prone form of the Decepticon went completely still. Ratchet was able to continue his work on the few injured Autobots. The humans were just getting onto the eerily still scene and taking a cue from the bots they lowered their weapons and watched what was happening.

“*Incomprehensible noise to the humans and for the bots something ancient that weighed heavily on their sparks intuitively knowing that the meaning would only be understood by the Decepticon in their clutches*” Circling her digits in the air and ending with the pointer becoming the Decepticon closer where it was stiff still. “Here.” Came the next comprehendible command.

Obviously unbidden the Decepticons chassis opened and the spark itself slowly poured out and into the outstretched servo of Sam. Once the spark was complete within the palm of her servo, the body collapsed into a heap and Sam’s disgusted hiss was heard without her raising her voice “A leech virus.”

The rest of the bots were released from the force holding them still while Sam sat down right where she was and immediately seemingly went to work on something within the spark. No one moved for the next 30 minutes before Sam soothingly cooed “My Prime, I will need the body over by me before my Medic can get his servos onto the remaining parts.” As there were many things that Optimus was, an idiot wasn’t one of them.

He lifted up the decepticon’s body and left it right next to Sam. After dragging over the empty body the base slowly returned to normal though Optimus ordered everyone to leave Sam alone and to give her space. Ratchet was allowed to continue scanning her to check her status. Getting readings he never knew about and that he could hardly comprehend. He was at a loss for what to do while Sam/the Allspark worked.

Hour after hour Sam worked tirelessly. The spark was slowly but surely turning from a dark blue into a bright blue and the darkness was obviously being condensed and being forcefully leeched away from the Decepticon’s spark. Though the previous size of the spark was similarily getting smaller and smaller.

Towards the evening Bee cautiously approached having been decided that the obvious affection between the two of them wouldn’t allow for Bee to come under any strain or injury. Bee was mostly concerned about how Sam was holding up, she missed her usual energon refuelling time. He walked towards her from where she would be able to see him coming.

There was still no change in her work speed though when he leaned down to put a servo to her shoulder she hummed in contentment “Bee”. He received a data pack from her with a picture of him sitting behind her along with the feeling of ‘do you want to?’. Mentally shrugging he followed the simple request and left the cube of energon within her reach on the opposite side of the Decepticon body. Once he was situated and comfortable awed at being so close to whatever spark work she was doing. Not really understanding what exactly she was doing. But it was hypnotising to see what she was doing.

Sam relaxed and leaned gently against Bee but never stopped her work. “Just a little while longer and I’ll be done. Don’t worry,” she murmured.

Bee relayed her message to Ratchet and Optimus who never went too far from her throughout the day. After 30 minutes of watching one of Sam’s servos reached for the energon. Much to his confusion instead of consuming it, she handed it to him. After an entire klick of Bumblebee just staring at the energon cube in his hand, “You usually have energon right now.” came the answer.

Though feeling incredibly touched Bee was flabbergastedly responded “That's what you to have. You missed hour usual time.”

Humming “Can’t stop. I’ll lose all the work I’ve done. It’ll go stale before I’m finished. Better to use it than let it go stale. Especially as I’ve trapped you.”

Slightly venting Bee dramatically rolled his optics. Knowing that Sam would react, she didn’t disappoint. She leaned just a little more against him as her frame shook with repressed laughter. “Just drink the energon cube, Bee.”

They went back and for for a little while but Bee relented when Sam pointed out that the Energon was going stale in his servos, so he better consume it or everything will be pointless. “Fine fine” he states deciding to chug it. “But I’m getting you to Ratchet as soon as you are done.

“Bold of you to assume that Ratchet is going to let me out of his eyesight for the next 24 hours.”

It was only an hour or two later, about 13 hours after the initial attack from the Decepticon began that Sam moved a servo away from the beautiful, light blue spark hovering in her servo to touch the body of the Decepticon. For now, she ignored the second angry and dark spark glowing a little away from everyone.

No one really wanted to get close to it. There wasn’t necessarily an Em field around the sphere, but it was obvious that this was extremely dangerous.

When Sam's servo touched the decepticon’s body it immediately shifted and a few parts from the Decepticon moved away from the body and into the much smaller form being created. After 5 minutes, there was the empty form sparkling. Sam forced the bright spark into the form of the sparkling. She gathered the small frame up into her arms, somehow managing to relax even further into Bee completely exhausted for the moment.

Bee‘s optics were transfixed in awe at the sparkling in her arms slowly onlining its optics. Before he looked up at Sam’s face while the light that she was giving off slowly but surely receded back into her frame until only a little remained glowing lightly. The sphere of darkness was still there floating off to the side seemingly contained. Bee, Sam, and the sparkling -who was looking around and blinking through the film covering its optics- were there for a moment enjoying the unusual silence of the base. Ratchet walked over and insistently started running scans. Thankfully these scans were ones he could understand.

[Sam and the new sparkling is alright but with the amount of energy expelled, that was in flux Ratched forced Sam to go on a few days of medical leave to recover from so much energy usage. It was mostly for Ratchets on edge medical coding to calm down and to be soothed. Sam shares that she was initially going to summon the spark and just extinguish it, but then she saw the parasite virus and had to take the opportunity to fine-tune her abilities as the Allspark. If she messed up, then well it was an attacking enemy. That's what took so long, the fine-tuning and adjustment of herself along with how far the parasite of the Fallen was. (She may call it Megatronious Prime and the Fallen interchangeably. Cause in this version of the sandbox she has all the understanding that the Allspark had while on Cybertron, but it’s like looking through the sea or water. She knows it's a version of herself but at the same time it's clearly someone else.) Optimus is shocked that the fallen has such a presence and Sam reveals that she was actually going to ask Ratchet why there were black traces of Megatronious Prime on a few of the Autobot’s sparks. So now Sam is politely asked if she is willing and able to remove the traces from the Autobots. The rest of the body is quickly gathered into the medical hall. Then with Sam’s Allspark energy is changed into as many supplies or tools that Ratchet urgently needs. (Sam does remember more of the time in the coma and the POV of Primus. Though I adore the angst possibilities that happen from remembering the end result, not the patterns to watch out for which leads to the horrifying results of death, torture, and experimentation.)]

After the meeting with Optimus and Ratchet, with Bee there…because this involves Sam and the newest sense of unusual around her. Optimus will only admit that Bee and Sam have a close bond. This is a new sparkling who is forming bonds with Bee as a Sire - like the one with Ellie - and Sam as a Carrier - though that was mostly completed considering that Sam literally healed a spark and had her servos all in it (Other bots roll their eyes because they know that the two of them are as good as bonded and are deeply committed to the other. Optimus is just a little obtuse about these things in others. It doesn’t help matters that in a way Bee and Sam are practically his precious children he has to look out for)

The situation at the base was now … awkward between the bots who arrived after her transformation. They were unsure of how to react to her. The NEST soldiers were even worse though. They were able to tell the awkwardness of the situation and try to come to terms that Sam basically did magic. Even coming from the more technological members of the bots were only able to shrug and say ‘magic’ or ‘some sort of bullshit science that no one understands.’ The bots were trying to combat their new long-ingrained habits with anything regarding the Allspark and how they usually acted around Sam.

It also didn’t help that Sam and the newest sparkling - who really was changed into a sparkling now that the parasite was gone. Everyone was debriefed that this sparkling had no memories (The fallen’s influence ran too deep and most of the memory files were corrupted) and more than three-quarters of all their interactions with the bot previously were actually the Fallen’s actions. The two options available to Sam were to either dissolve the spark - where it wouldn’t be able to go into the afterlife - or to take the remaining spark, fixing the most important pieces required for a sparkling and have then received a new lease at life but erasing everything from their current life.

(There is a slight timeline to follow for this idea. The Decepticon attacks around 7 am in the morning. Then is quickly ‘defeated’ when Sam begins her 13-hour working spree where everyone else in the base were highly cautious and trying to understand the newness that Sam was introducing. Almost immediately afterwards Sam, Bee, Optimus, and Ratchet are in a meeting so Sam could explain what she did. During this meeting Sam examines Optimus and Bee while Ratchet takes many more scans and she finds traces of the exact same virus within both, so offers to search Ratchet where she found more of the virus. Ratchet uses his medical officer’s ability to mandate everyone to get checked out immediately. Starting early morning tomorrow.)

Knocking on Bee’s door lightly, and privately coming him requesting entrance. (Sam had given the newest sparkling off to Bee -the only other person who could hold them outside of Sam at the moment while the sparkling got used to their surroundings. This was commonly seen in sparklings just after emergence.)

Immediately Bee commed: “Yes, but you’ll have to open the door.”

Sam only saw Bee on the berth with Ellie off on one of the shelving units deep in recharge. She missed her usual naps to remain with Sam while she was doing the whole change the rampaging Decepticon into a sparkling and revealing that the Fallen was alive, kicking and completely active. So she was happily asleep.

Walking over towards the lightly pouting Bee she couldn't help but chuckle at his murmured "I can't move".

Sitting down on the berth now able to see the sleeping sparkling nuzzled safely in his arm "Oh no, the best scout is trapped by a sleeping sparkling." Only laughing harder at Bees exaggerated pouting. Immediately stopping when the baby shifted.

The two were in silence for an extra minute making sure the sparkling wouldn't wake. Sam goes as far as to lean over Bee with an arm extended and breaks the silence first "I need to double-check they’re actually deeply asleep. Do you still want to have a movie night?"

"Absolutely.”

Sam paused a moment to muse “He’s still suckling on a digit?”

“Yup. Tonight it’s two. I’ve checked, he dosen’t need or even want energon.”

“Comfort feeding,” she murmured back, sharing a few files of human infants being known for having small feedings for the feeling of comfort. Infants and young children sleeping with their thumbs in their mouths dead asleep. A few videos where the parent, aunt, grandparent - whoever was holding the baby halfheartedly trying to move a finger or bottle out of the baby’s mouth and the still sleeping babe starting suckling movements again.

Sam moved over to the small projector already set up - probably by Bee while coaxing the sparkling into a deeper recharge - and continued "You seem to enjoy romance movies. Want to watch miracle on 34th Street? Is dated but it's among the Christmas classics.."

"Christmas…the holiday where a fictitious fat man breaks in to leave presents after being big brother the rest of the year." Came the less amused response. He was still baffled about why modern Christmas was celebrated. While looking through the comms Bee sent back one of the videos and commented “This is what *Decepticon sparkling* is doing. But every time I try to actually get my servo back they start to wake up. It was painful enough to get them into recharge in the first place.”

Looking over fully amused "That they are. I think you’ll enjoy this movie. It’s more about the spirit of Christmas of appreciating those around you….in a late 1990’s way. There’s the main romance that plays a huge part of the movie as well.”

“I never said no. The ones around Christmas are usually sweet.”

“True true.” Mentally uploading the movie while walking back to Bee.

Due to the small nature of the rooms, it was perfectly functional if a little small. So Bee and Sam already had a solution. They shared the berth. No matter which room they used - usually it was Bee's though. The roof of his room was a bit flatter and it was better to watch movies on. That’s what Sam did.

However, By the boardroom scene about the newest Macy’s Santa Claus Sam was twitching in irritation. Bee paused the movie to inquisitively beep at her.

“Don’t worry, Bee, my wings are just irritated.”

“How can I help you get comfortable? I can try moving closer to the wall-”

“Don’t you dare *sparkling* will wake and I’m slender. No, my wings just don’t like me pressing up against them right now.”

“Alright, but why don’t you just roll over?”

“Bee I’d lay partially on top of you. I’d be very rude.”

“I don’t mind. In fact, I’m offering. As you’ve said, watching a movie is supposed to be comfortable.”

After a moment of intensely staring into the other’s optics, Sam relented with a quiet and appreciative “Thank you, Bee.”

Bee mentally restarted the movie and Sam’s comfortable position was with her helm resting on her right forearm on top of Bee’s chassis. With the left curled around Bee and the still slumbering sparkling.

Another moment or two passed before Bee commed her “I just realised you can’t see the movie itself, are you alright with listening to it?”

Sending through their EM fields and over their private comms her amusement. “With how often I watch this movie, I probably have it mostly memorised. As long as you are alright with me probably falling into recharge on you, I’m more than fine.”

“Go right ahead.”

True to her word Sam slipped into recharge a third of the way into the movie and Bee did enjoy the movie even though it was centred around the weird maybe the real Santa Claus. The ending did have him pressing his derma together tightly to control his laughter at the little girl revealing the last gift she asked of Santa.

With the movie’s title screen popping up on the projector Bee took the moment to look down and to appreciate the wonderful moment. It was truly beautiful. The mostly protoform sparkling and the person who was likely to be his spark bonded, fully mated conjux. Maybe, hopefully, ideally soon. Both were perfectly content and feeling safe enough with their current environment that they were deep into recharge. The winged femme didn’t even react when Bee placed a servo on her wings. Even further displaying the extent of her trust in him. He too fell into recharge quickly. Completely at peace with how his life had miraculously turned out.

#bayverse bumblebee #oc #My tfp fics #OP! oc #i won't be apologizing either

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Godzilla Singular Point

I came into Singular Point with some trepidation because Godzilla’s history in anime is both very recent and extremely bad. The three anime movies released between 2017 and 2019 are easily the worst work of famed writer Gen Urobuchi and honestly contain more bullshit than I can even get into here. Those movies and this series were both Godzilla anime properties commissioned by Netflix, which didn’t get my hopes up very much. Thankfully, Singular Point is a very different beast from the anime trilogy. One could argue it’s very different from most Godzilla media, actually — at least from my perspective. And I’m still a pretty entry-level fan of Toho’s Big G, all things considered.

Let me just warn you right up front: This smartphone-based virtual assistant is basically the breakout star of the series. 

When you think “Godzilla,” you probably don’t think “incredibly dense sci-fi concepts,” but with the big G’s first-ever anime series, the writers clearly set out to change that perception. Before the first kaiju even appears, the lead characters are plucked from obscurity and dropped into a mystery that involves fourth-dimensional time travel, physical objects that look different from all sides, theoretical math concepts, self-propagating A.I., and a whole lot more. And it’s NEVER made clear how all of it connects to the rampaging kaiju! Although we spend a lot of time investigating a red dust or sand that is very obviously tied to the monsters in SOME way, no one ever makes a connection that explains the relationship. Maybe we’re supposed to wait for a later season to connect the threads... but let’s get into the idea of “another season” later.

I like to think of myself as someone who typically enjoys hard sci-fi, but even with the characters spending loads of time trying to explain the high concepts driving the story, I was never able to fully wrap my head around what was going on in the mystery at the center of GSP. I rewound and rewatched a few explanations, but I still walked away feeling lost. I eventually settled on some vague, loose understandings of most of the ideas mentioned, but those understandings were subject to being ripped apart in subsequent scenes when I was shown or told something completely at odds with what I thought I knew. I can’t say I was ever bored with the thick, dense scientific concepts on offer — trying to find purchase with these far-out ideas kept me glued to the screen — but damn, I sure wish I was able to comprehend them.

What do we want?! DENSE SCIENTIFIC DISCUSSION AND DEBATE! When do we want it?! AFTER THOROUGH RESEARCH, TESTING, AND PEER REVIEW!

Another weird thing about this show is that the lead characters remain in separate locations and on separate tracks for the entire duration. We have Yun — a mechanical engineer and programmer who has an amazing grasp on physics and human behavior. And we have Mei — a grad student who is deeply invested in theoretical science, UMAs, cryptids and other far-flung concepts. Both of them are basically geniuses in their fields, and even though they take opposing views of just how flexible reality is, their shared ability to think “outside the box” becomes the crucial component in solving the mystery at the core of the series. Because they don’t even know one another (despite being separated by like, ONE degree), they only ever interact via text messages and behind screen names, which feels pretty damn weird. At least  I immediately liked both of them, with Yun being the standout to me because of how his lowkey reactions to crazy shit generates a lot of humor.

This soundtrack cover LIES; you will never see these characters in a room together like this. 

Alas, we don’t get to know the characters a whole lot beyond what we learned of them in the first two episodes. It’s not long before they’re trapped in a series of complicated exposition dumps, endlessly attempting to explain the high concepts of the show to other characters as well as my dumb ass in the audience. The fact that I liked them in the first couple of episodes carried me through more than half of the show, but I was always hoping to see them share more of themselves or just display more emotion. Anime as a medium excels at emotional storytelling. But despite the major, world-altering events the characters are constantly warning us about, none of them seem to have many emotions about said events. 

Further complicating matters is how, when major events finally occur in this show, they are often kept off-screen. One character shockingly dies, but the portrayal of that death is so piss-poor that I didn’t even realize it’d happened until someone mentioned their death in the next episode. After that vague death, I was particularly sensitive to anything that looked like it might possibly be lethal. Yet a later event that is played up as a tragic, fatal occurrence ends up... fine, somehow? It’s not clear how the character survives, because — even after one of our heroes is left screaming their name in despair as they seemingly die — nobody ever talks about or explains how he’s just fine a couple of scenes later. And near the end of the series, there’s a major transformation that occurs for one of the characters, and we never see it happen nor do we understand HOW it happened. It’s just that suddenly, this character is extremely different due to off-screen reasons that are only vaguely verbalized.

I guess these two really bonded at some point for some reason? And what you are seeing here is literally the height of emotion shown in the entire show.

Even though the overarching story of the series so far pretty clearly wraps up in episode 13, we then get a post-credits tease for a potential second season. So the question becomes: Would I watch that?

Well... Godzilla Singular Point is a series with a lot of issues that kept me at arms’ length from it — tons of extremely confusing dialogue, highly frustrating choices in direction that lead to baffling storytelling, characters who are mostly exposition-dumping — and yet there’s still some foundational work here that I appreciated a lot. When the action occurs, it’s pretty cool/fun. And when urban destruction occurs, it can be awe-inspiring. The human characters, though little-explored, have likable and interesting foundations to them that could be expanded upon. And I didn’t even mention the soundtrack, which features a variety of musical styles combined with the classic Ifukube theme music and an OP that is an absolute banger. (I have a weakness when it comes to music; a good soundtrack can carry me through even the blandest series sometimes.) Even the core idea of centering a Godzilla series around hard science and mathematical concepts is a compelling one, I think! I just hated the execution of it; they went waaaaay too far on poorly explaining incredibly complex, mind-bending concepts for my pea brain to handle it. They spend so much time trying to explain things, yet somehow they never succeeded for me. 

Ultimately, I’d probably give the show another chance. But if I do give another season a chance, it’ll be on probation. I wouldn’t watch the entire season unless I could see within four episodes that they’d definitely improved things.

Would I recommend that anyone watch the series as it currently stands? I mean... not really? I guess if you really dig complex math, hard theoretical science, and/or Toho’s stable of monsters, then maaaaaaaaaaybe give it a shot. But otherwise? Naaaahh. It’s not good enough at anything to make it stand out from the anime crowd. I didn’t hate it like I hated the Godzilla anime films, but Singular Point is still something that both casual viewers and most fans can comfortably ignore for the time being. It’s not a complete disaster, and it’s not without its highlights... but it’s definitely disappointing in my opinion.

OKAYOKAYOKAY, so let’s talk about the kaiju for a bit! 

Below will be SPOILERS revealing all of the kaiju that appear in Godzilla Singular Point and giving my feelings on them. 

Godzilla — It’s interesting to see a version of Godzilla that borrows some ideas from Shin Godzilla. Shin G has been incredibly unique until now, but this Godzilla manages to fold some of Shin’s distinctive aspects in with the more classic/typical versions to build a fun new depiction. Be forewarned that Godzilla doesn’t show up until the series is halfway over, and he doesn’t get a ton of screen time, either. He’s used quite sparingly and kept in hazy settings, often framed from the neck-up when they show him. It’s a little frustrating that they felt the need to shroud him so much, but I respect the fact that whenever Godzilla is shown, the destruction he causes is on a scale far beyond anything that the rest of the kaiju ever do. He is pure devastation. 

Rodan — He’s easily the biological kaiju with the most screen time in Singular Point. Rodan is first introduced as one gigantic pterosaur, but if you’ve seen ANY trailers for this show then you already know that his depiction transitions into an asston of smaller pterosaurs, all of whom are also called “Rodan.” (Apparently the word Rodan is both singular and plural, like the word “buffalo.”) Although he looks kind of cool at first, pretty soon Rodan showing up isn’t special or threatening anymore. Rodan appearances go from “a big goddamn deal” to “some bland background noise” before the series is even 1/3 finished. The design might be a little too far removed from the original for my own taste, but even if I didn’t think that, I wouldn’t be able to care for this Rodan simply because he’s rendered so unimportant and unimpressive.

If you go out in the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise... 

Anguirus — Now check this guy out! Anguirus gets one of the coolest fights in the show and also demonstrates some powers that are well beyond anything we’ve seen him do before. Because he sticks to unpopulated areas, we never see him do much damage to Japan, but he is definitely holding all the attention when he’s on-screen. He’s a highlight for me — a total badass who is very unique in his abilities. And the stated origin for his name is goddamn adorable.

Manda — Yup, Manda is in this series... but I don’t have much to say for him. It seems like the creators of the anime didn’t have much to say about him either. His role amounts to little more than a repeated cameo, and in most of those cameos you only ever see his tail. When we finally see his full body, it’s done so briefly and kept at a distance, leaving me with no real impression. I had to look up his design online and... yup, that sure looks like Manda. Final score: MEEEEHH.

Kumonga — I definitely did not see this appearance coming! Kumonga is much smaller here than you may be used to, but she gets to star in the most suspenseful sequence in the series and easily earns the most exciting cliffhanger moment at the end of an episode. I was utterly glued to the show during her screen time, which comes with a lot of icky twists. Good ones! I honestly like Kumonga here more than I ever have previously.

NEW PHONE WHO DIS

Salunga — Uh, who? This is the one monster that isn’t based on a classic Toho kaiju but instead is a brand-new creation. I suppose that everybody who touches the Toho Kaiju franchise wants to make their own mark on it in some regard. But a big part of the fun of this series for me personally was the anticipation of seeing new interpretations and designs of classic Toho monsters. And so, given that he kind of resembles both Baragon and Gabara, I never stopped wishing they’d just used one of those guys as the basis and namesake. Taken on his own, however? He’s... pretty neat. Not unique or exciting, but solidly above par.  He resembles a cross between a lizard/dinosaur and an ape, plus his head has some nifty coloration. 

Our Jaguar!

Jet Jaguar — I guess Jet Jaguar isn’t exactly a kaiju in the traditional sense because he’s a Giant Robot. However, if you want to consider him one, then I wager he probably gets even more screen time than Rodan! We meet him almost immediately when the series begins. Initially an odd pilot-driven robot that was constructed at the whim of a quirky old factory-owner with too much disposable income, Jet Jaguar grows and changes over the course of the show, ultimately undergoing a transition in episode 7 that makes him pretty damn impossible to dislike. In fact, I utterly adored him by then. This is definitely the best Jet Jaguar I’ve ever seen. His design is recognizably similar to the original yet utterly distinct, too. Like many of the other kaiju here, he’s not nearly as big as he was when he was first introduced to the movies, but his size is ideal for battling the smaller-scale monsters that we spend most of the series on.

#godzilla #godzilla singular point #anime #anime reviews #kaiju

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Nyaisa’s final Coruscant Scene

I technically should have written this scene after the rest of Nya’s Ord Mantell and Coruscant story, but it was in my head and wouldn’t leave so I could write anything else. So here it is. Takes place just before she leaves Coruscant for Taris. 

Warnings for: Verbal abuse and minor violence towards a partner. Most of the language is below the cut. (doesn’t get away with the behavior)

The walkway between the senate and the nearest Coruscant spaceport was long. Had it always been this long? It hadn’t seemed so the last three times she’s made this trek, but still...Nyaisa couldn’t tell when it had gotten so kriffing long. She moved with purpose. They might not have to run this time, but that didn’t mean they had time to waste. 

Her squad followed a step behind. Jorgan on her right, sniper, experienced, good instincts, tough and uncompromising, but willing to give advice, very grumpy. Ikhirr Jhasis walked to her left. Same training as hers, a frontal assault and search and destroy specialist. also a sergeant, good friend from the academy, Cathar, efficient, good-natured, kind, tough, likes pranks, dislikes Jedi. 

Both these men answered to her; which she still found strange. Only a few days ago she’d been a sergeant and a new transfer. Now she was a lieutenant and CO of her own spec-force squad. One with a seemingly impossible reputation to uphold, as if she needed more challenges. She’d do it of course. This wasn’t a matter of can or can’t. It was a matter of duty. Even if she couldn’t, she would. 

As she crossed the interior of the hanger, she noticed a familiar face waiting for her. Nordan Allgard, an army lieutenant and her boyfriend of 3 years, currently on leave on Coruscant before shipping out to the outer rim in 4 days. 

She had prepped a message for him during her shuttle ride and sent it as soon as she set foot on the planet. Nya told him about her transfer and promotion, her new command and new CO, she’d even told him that she would be on Coruscant. Thank the stars for secure intra-military communication. She did make sure to note that while she was on planet, it was for debriefing and work and she wasn’t sure how long she’d be here or if she’d have time to see him. No point in getting either of their hopes up. 

He hadn’t responded. Days of running around Coruscant, rescuing the senator, making their way back, all the meetings she’d had to attend. Days he’d had her message and no response. He hadn’t ignored her like this in years. 

It was a bit odd and out of character for him to come to see her off on a mission at the spaceport. Nevermind how he found out she was headed here in the first place. That was secure spec-ops details. Not available to the regular army personnel

Part of the appeal for both of them was that they understood each other. They both had their own reasons for being soldiers and they both understood that for the other and for themselves, the job would always come first. It had been that way since their academy days. It made what time they were able to spend together all the more special.

Honestly Nyaisa knew how lucky she was to have found Nordan. As a soldier, she was fantastic, but as a person, well, she could acknowledge her faults, she was difficult. She was arrogant and cold and brusque. Her time in the refugee camp had given her abandonment issues, Mirial, a hero complex. Not knowing her father meant she had massive daddy issues. Add to that the fact that she was obnoxious, talked too much, had no sense of humor, an awful temper and an obsession with weapons and thus with death and frankly, she was surprised that Nordan had stayed as long as he had. She’d probably never find anyone else that would put up with her and her moods. 

He was standing in the doorway of the hanger between the lounge and her ship. Coruscant’s sunlight dripping through his auburn hair to shine like pure gold, and making his face tattoo fade. He looked every bit as handsome as he ever had. But there was something off with him. Something in the glint of his dark eyes she could barely see, something dark in the crumpled way his uniform sat, in the way he stood rock still, face hard set as they approached. She’d only seen this look on him a few times, he was furious. 

She didn’t have time for this! As much as she wanted to sit down with her lover and let him talk about what had gone wrong this time, and fix it, and comfort him. She couldn't. The mission was too urgent. 

She altered her path slightly. Moving just enough she’d be able to squeeze his shoulder as she passed. She knew Ikhirr enough to know he’d move. 

However, instead of letting her pass by when she approached without slowing. He stepped directly in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. “We need to talk now.” He said, his voice low and angry in a way that had never been directed at her before. His eyes scanned her face, pausing briefly at the new, still healing scars across her jaw and neck. Instead of concern, there seemed to be almost disgust. When had he become this angry at her? What had she done wrong this time?

“Sorry Allgard, no time, I’m on duty and shipping out.” She spoke sharply, but was careful to have no edge to her tone. No use in making this worse, but hoping to remind him she was working, and spec force, and in front of her squad and other soldiers littered around the hangar. 

“We’re talking NOW!” he growled at her. 

She narrowed her eyes. She put up with a lot from him because she knew he loved her, but this was crossing a line and delaying a General’s orders. 

She didn’t have time to waste on anything unnecessary. She barked quick orders over her shoulder. “Jhasis, get onboard, stow your gear and start running inventory in the galley and medbay. Jorgan, start those preflights. I want off the ground soon as control clears us. Start inventory on the armory soon as we lift off. I want full reports by the time we hit Carrick.” 

Her men, ever professionals, saluted quickly and stepped around heading towards the ship. As soon as they were a few steps away, Nyaisa lowered her voice and started to step away herself. “I don’t have time today, Nordan. Garza gave orders and they’re time sensitive. We can talk later, but right now I have to go.”

As she stepped past, he grabbed her arm, yanking hard. Nya was pulled to a halt and harshly spun around to face him. “You bitch.” He spat “Do you know what you’ve done? How much you’ve humiliated me?”

“The only thing I’ve done is be exceptional at my job and get a promotion. If you’ve heard otherwise, someone’s lying to you. Let go of me!” She yanked her arm away and glared at him. What had gotten into him?

“Do you even understand what kind of shit I put up with from you.” The anger, the hate in his voice, he could be nasty sometimes, but he’d never spoken quite like this. She must have really screwed up somewhere. “I mean, I let you stay with the army training, I let you join ground troops instead of taking an administerial position where you belong, because it made me look good. My family, their friends, I could introduce my army girl and we were the very picture of republic loyalty. But this shit. This is too damn much.”

Was...was he seriously angry she got promoted? And Let her? She’d joined the army herself, she went where she was ordered and fought where she was ordered, what part of that was ‘let’? 

“What the..” 

“Shut up and listen!” He roughly cut her off before she could even reach the middle of her sentence

“I let you go around like you’re so good and so tough, when you’re really just a pathetic bitch who tries too hard and everyone knows it. And this is how you repay me? By running off and getting into the most famous squad of the republic?”

He was...He was actually angry about her transfer to Havoc! And where had all this venom and cruelty come from. She knew he liked to show her off, but she’d thought it was because he was proud of her. And these nasty comments. It wasn’t the first time he’d said such things, but never with such hate in his voice. He just wanted to help her become better. This was something else and it was starting to make her angry.

“Then to top that, you just couldn’t accept that I was the better soldier. You had to try and one up me, again. You just had to get yourself a promotion and a command. Do you even comprehend how humiliating that is?”

“You’re out of line, Nordan. If you have a problem with my success that’s your problem, not mine.”

He growled again and took a step closer to her, using his height to try and intimidate her. “I told you to shut up. I’m not done. Now, on top of everything else, which I might have been able to forgive eventually, you decided to go and disfigure yourself with those hideous things” he gestured roughly at her new scars. The ones she’d gotten surviving an imperial ambush while deep inside an imperial base, alone and betrayed. While yes, they were a little ugly, new scars always were, she wasn’t ashamed of them. Soldiers got scars, that's just what happened. And while the memory of the circumstances still stung, she was proud of them. They meant she’d survived something that should have killed her, and that was something she refused to let Nordan make her feel bad about. Why did he always try and make her feel bad about everything she did?

 “HEY!” He reached out and grabbed her jaw, shaking her head roughly. She knew her squad had stopped and started watching the moment he’d raised his voice and the other soldiers were staring too. “Pay attention when I speak to you.” He forced her head to look directly at him instead of off to the side, where she had been staring so she could think. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to go back to the oh so special General Garza.” The disdain that dripped from his voice on her name was unnerving. “And you are going to resign your command effective immediately, you’re going to resign from the army completely. Then you are going to go to my room at the Cantina and we’ll see if I feel like forgiving you.” 

Nyaisa was done. Somehow, his attempts at giving her orders, pulling her from the job that was her life, forcing her to abandon everything else that meant anything at all to her, the things for which she’d dedicated her entire life, it broke something. She could see him for what he was now. A bully and a weak man who’d spent the last 3 years desperate to control her. “NO!”

“Excuse me!” the look in his eyes darkened more, if such a thing were possible. 

“I said No. I will not resign. This is your problem, not mine. I have a mission I’m going back to. We will talk about this later.” She’d have some strong words for him, but he needed to cool down first. A few hours and he’d realize how foolish and inconsiderate he was being. She was sure of it. Then they could talk about his behavior and his control issues. 

Crack!

Her head snapped to the side as a stinging pain exploded across her face. He had slapped her! He had straight up backhanded her across the face! Not only did he dare to raise a hand against her, but he’d done it in public! In front of other soldiers! In front of her squad! The men who were supposed to take her orders! Fury like she’d rarely felt exploded across her chest and as he raised his hand to strike her again and likely yell at her, she acted. Grabbing his arm as he swung, she spun him around and jammed his arm into a lock with just enough force that she knew he’d feel it. He’d know he was a single movement away from broken bones. She leaned in close and spoke loudly enough for those on their feet starting to hear, for her squad that had rushed back towards her to hear. “You do not get to hit me. You do not give me orders. We are done. You come near me ever again for any reason other than a direct order from a superior and you will face a lot worse than an armlock. I am not your toy. Never have been, never will be.” She shoved him away from her, hard enough that he stumbled forward and fell as she turned and holding her head high started towards her ship. 

“You alien whore!” She could hear Nordan spit behind her. “How many people did you spread your legs for to get that promotion. Did you fuck Tavus that first night or did you at least wait a day.” 

Nyaisa could feel the tension around her as she passed Jorgan and Jhasis. She saw Jhasis’s fists clenched out of the corner of her eye. He was ready to beat the man. One more insult and the rules of military interactions, rank and his rather impressive self control would cease to matter. “Jhasis, Jorgan, fall in.” She strode to the ship and opened the door. Focusing only on getting inside and out of the gaze of these soldiers, away from Nordan. She could feel the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She thought he’d loved her. She just had to hold it together enough to get off the ground and make the jump to hyperspace. Then she could close the bridge. 

“How long did it take you to hit your knees for Garza, bitch? You…” As the door opened, Nordan cut off his sentence. She turned to see the two Cathar striding away from Nordan who was again lying on the ground, this time holding his nose and glaring as they walked up and as she stepped aside, they moved silently onto the ship. She stared for another moment as Nordan lay there on the ground holding his nose surrounded by the other soldiers staring at him in disgust. How had she ever thought of him as anything more than a pathetic worm with apparently massive issues? And as much as it hurt, she knew she’d be glad to be rid of him someday. She turned her back and left him in the hanger as she stepped inside, walking quickly past her boys. The tears pressed harder against her eyes. She moved around the corner and started to the bridge, quickly wiping at her eyes for the second she was ahead of them and out of sight. “Get to work, I want off the ground in five.” She’d handle this when she got a little privacy. How she was so stupid to fall for him, the aftermath and reports she’d have to file for what had happened, all of that could wait till they hit hyperspace and she’d left this disaster far behind. 

#not exactly pleased with the dialogue #so if you have input #or tips #or whatever #feel free to let me know #tw: verbal abuse #tw: mention of violence to a partner #nyaisa shabre #swtor #my ocs #my writing #fanfics #ikhirr jhasis #nordan allgard #aric jorgan #havoc squad #I know it's not my usual happy stuff #but #idk i guess i needed to get this out #used my own experiences for input #yeah #i hope no one hates it #but let me know that too i guess #if you want

[xemilyxmariex]

Conageddon 2 - Sunday Recap

The final day of Conageddon was jam packed and full of surprises. 

I started the day by sitting in on the beginning of Richard’s panel but then eventually ducked out so I could get in line for autographs with Chelsey. I was third in line for autographs and while I was in line Chelsey asked if anyone had a pen so she could write out “Let’s show them how to live” for someone who wanted it as a tattoo. I had recently purchased a Bellarke pen from Fangril Probs Inc that has the 99. Bellamy Blake 100. Clarke Griffin on it. I handed Chelsey my pen and said I’ll want that back though. She looked down, saw what was printed on it. Then she started laughing mischievously got up out of her chair ran out the door pushing it closed behind her. It was so silly. Chelsey is so silly and fun to be around. When it was my turn for autographs I told her that leading up to the finale (which is also when tickets were going on sale) I didn’t really know whose VIP I wanted to get because I would have been happy to spend time with any of the cast. But the instant the finale was over through my tears I was just like “Well know i HAVE to get Chelsey’s.” Her reaction was so sweet and she told me about how she was watching the episode with Luisa, Tasya and Sachin and how all of a sudden she just felt arms wrapping around her sitting on the couch. I told her that Anna and I sat hugging and crying after for a while. When I showed her what I wanted signed I told her how happy I was that the line “Maybe we should just shocklash Pike’s fascist ass and hand him to the grounders.” was so prominent. She laughed and told me that is her all-time favorite line. Which lead to her writing “I won’t hand you to the grounders” on my autograph. We took our selfies and I told her how I had gone back on my phone and found pictures from the pizza place in Banff we talked about during her panel the previous day. So we chatted briefly about Banff and Jasper and how gorgeous it is there and then I was on my way. 

After Chelsey I stopped over by Tasya for my combo with her. She is so stunning in person I couldn’t really comprehend it lol. She was a total sweetheart and I told her how I was excited to learn she speaks Portuguese because my sister studied it in college. Her eyes lit up when I told her and we talked about her dad being from Brazil. 

By then Anna and Tarra wee done doing their photo ops with Richard so we headed back to the autograph room. Tarra and Anna got their autographs with Chelsey. Once again Chelsey was hilarious and a total sweetheart. Tarra has always been super into “background” characters and she told Chelsey about how much she loved Harper and Monroe from the beginning. Chelsey was so flattered and told us she was going to message Katie (Monroe) about what Tarra said. Chelsey also asked us what it meant that Anna and Tarra were wearing shirts that said “100% John Murphy Trash.” She thought that it meant they were saying Murphy was trash. We clarified what being trash for something means and she laughed. After Anna moved over to the Tasya line Chelsey yelled over to Richard “I’m Richard Harmon trash!” He yelled back “Who taught you that?” and Chelsey was like “Anna!”

I then went over to capture Anna getting her autographs from Tasya. Her husband loves Echo so she was going to surprise him with her autograph. She told him all about how much he loves Echo and her reaction was priceless. She was so flattered and a total sweetheart.

Once I caught the moment Tarra and I ran off to our photo op with Bob. I had a solo one and then Tarra had bought one for us to do together for my birthday. We realized we should have told Bob the day before about a funny story from when she first got me to watch The 100. She had already seen all of season one and half of 2. We were watching Murphy’s Law and she ended up babbling on and on about how much Bellamy was her fave, and it just so happened to be during the scene where Bellamy hangs Murphy (#awkward). Since I was doing two poses I decided that I would do my solo photo first, that way as Tarra was walking in I could quickly tell him the story. His response was “oh so Bellamy at his finest.” Bob with the jokes people. Then we took the picture and after I was like oh yeah, well look where we are now pointing to my Bellamy shirt. And he made a joke about things working out in the end.

Then we went into the ballroom for Bob’s panel. I decided to turn my story into a question so I got in line as soon as Jo told us we could. Able to elaborate more than in the photo room I fleshed out the story a bit. It was hilarious because Bob was like oh you gotta cut her some slack he turns it around in season 2 when I told him she’d seen into season 2 when I was only on season 1. Bob then gave a very lengthy answer to me asking when his personal perception of Bellamy changed in S1, looking back at me throughout his answer.

We all wanted to get some water and food so we headed back to the VIP area after Bob’s panel. Since the area was pretty empty I just went and sat in the Richard VIP room with Tarra and Anna. There were a few other people in there. And boy am I glad I did! Two of the girls who were in the room convinced a volunteer to go find Richard and tell him they had whiskey for him to try. All of a sudden Richard pops into the room and comes and sits down across from us at the table. We sat in there with him for probably 30 minutes or more just chatting. He told us that Bob had wanted him to be part of Conageddon last year but they couldn’t afford him. Richard even said that he told them this year that he would take a pay cut to be there because he did not want to miss out on St Patrick’s Day in Boston. We talked about how he was going to be seeing Dropkick Murphys later that night, his favorite Irish music, and just other random stuff. I even showed him my stuffed hippo Hippy that I bring with me whenever I travel, since he had gotten so fired up talking about hippos the day before. Richard came into the room probably 15 minutes before the Bob and Eliza panel started. Before heading to the panel Bob stuck his head in the room and just was like “Dickey! Whatcha doing Dickey?!” Richard was just like oh not much just trying some whiskey. It was the silliest moment; their friendship is so hilarious. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity to just chill with Richard for as long as possible I stayed in the room until Richard had to leave. Which meant I ended up missing more than half the Bob and Eliza panel. Since I knew they were streaming it on Facebook I did not mind one bit. Richard is the coolest guy and just so chill and down to earth.

I was able to catch the tail end of the Bob and Eliza photo and afterward we all went in to do our Bob and Eliza photo ops. I really had not planned what I wanted to do so I decided to just have them hug me. Next year I definitely want to plan this one out better. As I was getting up to leave Bob gave me a sweet smile.

We then headed to the autograph room to get our autographs with Richard. We spent a lot of time at his table; he was talking Tarra and Anna’s ears off lol. He talked about how grateful he is to Jason for giving him a chance and how he owes a lot of what he has in his life now to him. He also told us that Jason writes Murphy as a kind of reflection of himself. Which knowing that now I will read ever tweet of Jason’s way differently! He also was being super mischievous. Throwing pens across the room at people. Eventually his handler Monica (who is awesome) was like yo you got photo ops you gotta be at soon so he got back to business and moved the line along.

The last thing we had to do was Luisa’s photo op, but since the Bob and Eliza photos were taking longer than expected we went back to hang out in the VIP area while we waited. We ended up running into Luisa, she was proud that we found a way to coordinate our outfits for a third day. Then Anna and I finally got to do our photo op with Luisa and it is honestly one of my favorite photos from the weekend. Anna told her we’re both just going to give you a big hug and she was like OKAY!

Then it was time for Eliza’s panel and wow being in the room during that selfie auction was one of the most incredible things I’ve ever witnessed. The positivity in the room was palpable and seeing Eliza’s surprise at how much money was being raised on the spot was so special.

All in all Conageddon was the most incredible experience and I 100% intend to be there next year. It’s so incredible that Bob, Eliza, and Zach put on this convention themselves with the fans in mind. It really showed. I made so many new friends that I can’t wait to see again.

#conageddon 2 #richard harmon #bob morley #eliza taylor #tasya teles #chelsey reist #luisa d'oliveira #the 100 #zach mcgowan

[sherlock-one-shots]

Music to My Ears (Sherlock X Reader)

Requested by @hpfan0324

“I've got another idea if you'd like to add it to your list! Sherlock wanting to teach Reader to play violin, when she has never touched one in her life, to show how he feels about her because showing emotion is not something he is good at but music is?“

It took me a while, but I finished it. I actually did have a lot of fun writing it, though. Hopefully you enjoy!

You stared at the instrument, not sure exactly what to do with it. “I’ve always loved violin music.” You said, stepping closer to the violin Sherlock was holding out for you. “I don’t imagine I’ll like it much when I’m finished.” Sherlock sighed and rolled his eyes. “No one is good the first go around. Take it.” he urged softly, pushing the instrument towards you. You wanted to step back. “If I break it, you’ll kill me.” You said. That was your main concern. What if you did something wrong and broke a string? What if you dropped it on the ground and it broke? What if something happened and the bow broke? What would you do then? This was Sherlock’s most prized possession. He would practically walk through hell to save this thing. This was the most important thing to him in this flat and he was trusting you with it. “No I won’t.” “You love nothing more than this violin, Sherlock, I know that.” “Yes I do.” “What?” He stayed silent. “Never mind that, just take it. I want to teach you.” You wrapped your fingers around the neck, gripping tightly so you wouldn’t drop it. You took the bow in your other hand. “Why?” He didn’t answer. “Now, put this part underneath your jaw.” he took the violin, moving it so that it rested against your shoulder and the bottom brushed against your jaw line. “Let me see the bow.” You went to hand it to him, but he let you keep it in your hand. Instead, he instructed you where to put your fingers. You did as he said and he moved to the violin. This time, instead of just instructing, he took your fingers in his, picking them up and putting them where they need to be. He was focused on the violin and your finger placement, but your eyes and attention were on him, watching as he told you what to do. “Now, just press this string and pull the bow across. The harder you press with the bow the louder the note will be.” You were nervous. You had heard Sherlock play and he played beautifully. You knew you wouldn’t. It was a bit intimidating, honestly, to have someone to played so well watching and waiting for you to play when you had never even touched a violin before. You brought the bow up, but as soon as you were going to pull it across the string, Sherlock stopped you. “Remember, don’t play too close to the bridge and try to keep your arm in the same position.” You nodded a little and tried to so what he said. You were shocked. There was no way a nice sound came from this same instrument. You wanted to cover your ears and you stopped playing almost immediately. “That wasn’t very good, was it?” “No.” He answered quickly. “But you’ll get better, I’m sure you will. With time.” he added. You sighed. “Try it again.” You did and got the same sound, but Sherlock moved the bow slightly, adjusted your fingers, and it sounded a little better. XXXXXXXXXX You and Sherlock had been practicing for a little over a month now.  While you weren’t much better, you were much more curious. Why had he decided, on a whim, to teach you? What brought this on? Not that you were against it, of course...you had developed….certain feelings...for the detective who was, on a daily basis, standing extremely close to you, as if personal space was something he didn’t believe in. His back almost pressed against yours as he adjusted your arm. His fingers touching yours when he adjusted them, putting them on the different strings they needed to be on, gently holding them, as if they were the most valuable and fragile thing in the world. You loved it. You looked forward to every session and, as far as he would tell you, he did the same. But you never knew why. You would have thought he would hate teaching-especially teaching something he was so good at. You would seem stupid and downright horrible compared to him. Why? That simple word filtered through your head all day. Why? That afternoon, Sherlock thrust a sheet of paper your way. “What’s this?” You wondered. You took a glance at it and immediately your chest tightened with anxiety. Sheet music. You never learned how to read it. Ever. A few friends from school knew, but you never tried to comprehend the secret language that was sheet music. It all just looked like sticks and circles and, sometimes, squiggly lines and hats to you, and you were happy with that. Until now, that is… You, slowly, shook your head. “I….I don’t know where to start. I never learned to read sheet music.” You admitted. You expected him to say something rude, insulting your skills and mental capacities, but he didn’t. Instead, he flashed a genuine grin and sat in the chair in front of you. “No better time to learn. Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?” He scooted the desk chair closer to you, sitting beside you now. “Let’s take it measure by measure.” Confused, you tore your eyes from the paper and looked at him. He sensed your staring, and understood the meaning behind it. Nodding, he put his fingers to the paper, tracing two fingers along two vertical lines that cut the horizontal ones into sections. “What’s in-between these two lines-that’s a measure. The lines are called bars.” He pointed to the first section. “This would be measure one, and so on. You’ll get the hang of it as we go along.” ‘Measure by measure’ he explained everything. The notes, what they meant, how long you held them, and eventually, where they were played on the violin. You went through the first five measures, which seemed to be the easiest. “Try it.” he prompted, leaning back. “Try it?” You asked. He nodded. “Yes, try it. You know what these mean.” “I just learned what those meant.” He glared at you. “(Y/N), try it. It’s easier than you think, you’re thinking way too hard about this.” You were going to argue, but maybe you were. You weren’t the expert on music, maybe you were overthinking it and you just had no way of knowing. Staring at the sheet and taking a deep breath, you lifted the violin, looking at Sherlock to check and see if your position was correct. When he nodded, you lifted the bow and tried to remember what he just taught you. It sounded…..horrible. Sherlock stopped you about three measures in to correct you. “No, see this one.” He pointed to a note. “It’s an ope circle with a line, what does that mean?” You looked at him, forgetting. “Hold it for two beats. Try that part again.” You did, and it sounded a little better. It wasn’t a professional sound by no means, but it wasn’t garbage either. It was….meh. “Good. Try the whole five measures again.” You did as he told you, trying to focus on the notes, what they meant and how to play them, but your attention kept going back to Sherlock as you played. He would stare in your direction, making sure your fingers were going in the right places, or that you were bowing properly, but this was different. This time he was staring at you. At your face. He wasn't doing it to teach. He was staring at you and it confused you more. You quickly took your eyes from the paper and glanced towards Sherlock, who tore his eyes from you the moment you caught him. You finished the five measured and the awkwardness was palpable. “Well,” Sherlock finally spoke up. “I think we’ll end it here today, just, uh, study those...” He rose from his chair and waved a hand towards the paper. “...notes.” “Why can’t we keep going?” You wondered. You hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable, if that’s what happened. “I’ve always found it best to let the music marinate for a while in your head. You play much better after a long break.” You couldn't argue, again, you didn’t know anything about music. You put the violin in it’s proper place as Sherlock left the room, leaving you alone. You could hear him rattling around in the kitchen, but you couldn’t see him. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” “Yes, very good!” He shouted. You sighed, grabbing your bag and coat and leaving as quickly as you could. XXXXXXXXXX Greg took the stairs in twos, eager to see just what Sherlock wanted. It was a bit unlike him to summon Lestrade to his flat at a moment’s notice so Greg knew something had to be going on. The sooner he knew the better. He just hoped him being late wasn’t going to be a problem. He knew Sherlock liked punctuality, but the case was much more important. Greg didn’t bother knocking (the door was always open anyway) and he saw his friend sitting in his chair, hands steepled and leg bouncing. An odd scene. Usually he was...calm. “Sherlock?” Greg asked. Sherlock’s eyes shot open, going to the DI standing in the doorway. “Everything alright?” “You’re late.” Was the only response Sherlock had for him. “Yeah, well,” Greg removed his scarf and gloves, walking further into the sitting room. “the case was a bit...pressing. I wasn’t able to get away.” Sherlock's eyes closed again. “It was the gardener.” “Yeah.” Greg sighed, angrily. “We know that now.” How much easier would this case have been…. “Anyway, what did you want?” “Well, seeing as you’re late, we’ll have to talk fast.” Greg sat in the red armchair, ready to listen. “Why, got a hot date?” he joke. Sherlock didn’t answer. “Oh my-you’ve got a hot date!” He exclaimed. “No! No, not like that!” “Oh-so just a date?” “No, it’s not a date.” “Oh.” He said, eyebrows raised. “So it’s just...ho-” “If you’re just going to make jokes you can leave.” Sherlock said, becoming more and more agitated. “It’s not a hot date, it’s not just a date, and it’s not ho-” “Yeah, okay, I get it. Sorry. Joking aside.” Greg shook his head. Sherlock still didn’t respond. If Lestrade was in a joking mood this was not going to go well. “Is there a girl?” Greg asked, trying to get some kind of info. Sherlock sighed. He supposed you would get what he asked for. “Yes.” “And you like her?” “I don’t just like her.” “Oh, you like like her.” “Does saying the word twice change the meaning?” Sherlock wondered. “It just means that you, I dunno, like like her. That your like goes beyond like but doesn’t exactl extend to love, or it could, you just don’t want to be too forward.” “Oh.” Sherlock seemed to understand even though Greg had no idea what he just spat out. “Then yes, I suppose I...like like her.” “Oh, okay. Okay, I...kind of know how to deal with that.” “How?” Sherlock asked hurriedly. Greg shrugged, as if the answer was obvious. “Tell her.” Sherlock was silent, staring at Greg. “What?” Greg asked, thinking he would be pleased with the advice. “Are you serious?” “Yes!” Greg exclaimed. “Tell her that you like her before she finds some other bloke to spend her life with. The sooner you tell her, the less of a chance there is of that happening. She much be pretty special if she’s caught your attention no doubt she’ll catch other men’s attention to and they’re not going to wait around like you’ve been, mate.” Again, silence. “Okay, how?” He asked finally. Greg shook his head, trying to think of an answer. “I dunno, maybe something like….uh…..do something nice with her. Yeah? Or find something that you can do together!” he leaned forward, liking his own ideas. Sherlock shrugged. “I teach her violin every afternoon.” “Why?” Greg asked. “Music’s something I’m good at.” He answered. It was a large part of his life and he wanted to share that with you, but he kept that part to himself. “I’m better at communicating through music.” He explained. Greg nodded. “Alright, let’s go from there.” He thought some more. “Maybe take her to a recital, or a concert, or-or...or maybe write a song for her.” “Compose a piece.” he corrected silently. “Sorry?” “Nothing,” Sherlock waved his hand. “just go on.” “Making a song-” “Composing a piece.” “-would be something special for her. It would show her that she’s special to you. Girls love that kind of stuff.” Greg nodded, assured that his idea’s would work. They heard the front door open and close, the happy giggle and chatter of Mrs. Hudson, then two quiet footsteps coming up the stairs quickly. Greg and Sherlock both stood as you entered the room, looking at both of them with a wide smile. You wondered if Sherlock had a new case and you were interrupting. Maybe he sent you a text and you just hadn’t gotten it. Your phone did that from time to time. “(Y/N)!” Greg exclaimed happily as you entered. “Hey!” You greeted him, then turned to Sherlock. “We’re still on for this afternoon, right?” You wondered, still smiling. “Of course. Gerald was just leaving.” “Gre- Oh forget it.” Lestrade said his goodbyes, patting you on the shoulder before leaving, closing the door behind him. The lesson went on as usual, almost as if nothing happened yesterday. Nothing at all. XXXXXXXXXX A week went by and you were making great progress on the piece Sherlock was teaching you. He explained that it was one of the first pieces he could remember learning, so he thought it would be an excellent introduction for you. You were halfway through the piece, doing a great job, when Sherlock decided that you wouldn’t be able to finish. “I have a new piece for you.” He explained, taking the violin from you. You were confused. “Why? I liked that one.” You whined. “I was doing so well!” “You were. It was no longer a challenge.” “Oh believe me, that piece and I tangoed.” You crossed your arms. “Well, I believe it was too easy for you.” “It really wasn’t.” You mumbled. He snatched the piece, immediately becoming angry. “Fine, then, play the baby piece.” He waved at the other paper, sitting on the chair beside you. You looked at the sheet music in his hand. It wasn’t neatly printed. This music was handwritten and you immediately felt horrible. You weren’t sure if he had just simply transposed the piece (which would have taken a long time) or if he composed the song (which would have taken longer), but you were sure that he put a lot of work into it and was excited. You sat for a second before sighing, throwing the other sheet of music on the table. “You’re right.” You agreed. “It was getting a little boring. I’m ready for a challenge.” His head snapped towards you, confused, but not letting on if he knew you were lying to save his feelings. “Are you sure?” He asked, still holding on to the paper. You only nodded and he put the paper on the wire music stand he let you use. “Measure by measure?” You asked. He nodded with a small smile and you leaned forward to try and understand what was going on. After several days practicing reading sheet music, you were getting much better. It wasn’t taking you as long to read and understand a measure. You still had to ask about some things, but you were doing much better. The practice session went smoothly and the song, as far as you had gotten (and though you weren’t playing it like a professional would be able to) was beautiful. It was one you hadn’t heard before, which made you think that Sherlock composed it much more. Soon, the hour was over and so was the daily cup of tea you and Sherlock had after each practice, and you were beginning to gather your purse and coat. Something was thrust in your direction as you straightened from grabbing your purse on the ground. You looked up and saw Sherlock, violin case and an envelope in hand. “What?” You asked, confused as to what he was trying to do. “Take it tonight.” he nodded. You stood to your full height. “Seriously?” This was his favorite thing in the world. You were surprised when he let you touch it. Now, he was letting you take it back to your flat. “Seriously.” He nodded again. “I want you to try and practice on your own. We’ll still meet every afternoon, but it’s important that you learn to practice by yourself.” “And you’re sure?” You asked, taking the handle of the violin case. “I’m sure. I trust you. Completely.” Your eyes met his and you weren’t able to look away as he stepped closer and leaned in just slightly. Your breathing hitched. You were sure this was the moment. The moment. The kiss, the one that you were reluctant to admit you had dreamed about at least once. Okay, maybe it was twice, but who was counting, right? You might not have been….. He was so close, but his eyes were still wide open. You kept your open as well, wanting to see everything up until the big moment. “Just don’t break it.” He said. Maybe it was the close proximity, maybe it was because you were a swooning romantic and thought he was being a real Romeo and talking about his heart, but the comment sounded nothing like a threat. He wasn’t talking about his heart, though. He was talking, of course, about his violin. You picked up on that pretty quickly and decided, instead of seeming (letting on) that you were disappointed, you smiled. “I’ll try.” XXXXXXXXXX As soon as you got home, you opened the envelope, picked up the violin, and decided to practice. As you pulled the sheet music out of the envelope, though, something else came with it. A small note encased along with the music. Dear (Y/N) I composed this song for you. There’s a code hidden in it. If you find it, you don’t have to say anything about it if you don’t want to. I just thought you might want to know. ~Sherlock You immediately opened the music, searching for the code. You stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, searching and scanning in every line for some kind of sign of a code. At four, you found it. The small little measure that looked the same as several others. The song was full of different time signatures, a different number of beats in each measure. The timing was different in several places. It was mind-numbing work, but you got it. You can’t remember how, but you did it. ‘I like like you.’ You wondered if he repeated a measure, or a word, on accident, but it hit your sleep-depraved mind soon enough. The song, how close he was, him trusting you so much, and now the code, telling you he like liked you? You didn’t sleep that night. XXXXXXXXXX You almost ran to 221B the next day, but your energy was running low. Really low. During the middle of the practice, Sherlock was explaining a part of the music to you. There was just one part you really weren’t understanding and you hadn’t heard of before. As he explained, your eyes became heavier and heavier, vision getting darker and darker as sleep attempted to take over completely. Shutting your eyes, you thought, wouldn’t be too bad, right. Your head lulled to the left, where Sherlock was as your eyes closed. And you don’t remember the rest. But Sherlock remembered being completely frozen and ‘buffering’ as your head hit his shoulder and your eyes shut. “(Y/N)?” He asked quietly. “(Y/N)?” He asked a little louder this time. You still didn’t move. He sighed, carefully taking the violin from your hands, putting it on the table along with the bow. He did his best to pick you up without waking you. He thought he failed when you stirred a little and your fingers grasped onto one of this shirt buttons, but breathed out a sigh of relief when your hands fell back, drowsily, and your head lulled back, mouth falling open. It wasn’t a pretty sight at all and if you were aware that Sherlock saw you like that you would have d.i.e.d. But he didn’t mind. In his eyes, you didn’t look bad at all. You couldn’t. But you should have known that. After all, he did like like you. XXXXXXXXXX You kept your eyes closed when you woke up, thinking you were in your bed back at home and that you were just dreaming about falling asleep on Sherlock’s shoulder. But, when you moved your head slightly as it rubbed against leather instead of a feather pillow, you opened your eyes quickly, finding yourself on Sherlock’s couch, Sherlock sitting in his chair, reading. The sheet music was sitting in his lap and you wondered if he had taken a look at it and seen your notes and the answer. You sat up, looking outside and seeing black. You had slept all afternoon, long over an hour, and you were sure it was late. Very late. And Sherlock had let you stay. He hadn’t tried to wake you at all. He let you sleep soundly, knowing that, if you fell asleep so fast and so early, you needed it. “Good morning.” Sherlock greeted, eyes not leaving the book as you sat up completely, the blanket usually draped over John’s chair falling off you your shoulder and into you lap. He had covered you up as well, and taken off your shoes, you noticed. “Morning.” Your voice was very groggy and you rubbed your eyes, trying to wipe the sleep away from them. “You figure it out, then?” Sherlock put his book down, picking up the sheet music instead. “Yes.” You nodded. “Took me all night.” He only hummed in response. You didn’t know what to say. You wanted to talk about it, but didn't know how to go about it. Finally, you gathered up all of the confidence you possibly could and spoke up. “I like like you too.” His head snapped towards you, almost as if he forgot you were there. “I….I-I’m sorry?” He asked, leaning forward. “I said ‘I like like you too’.” The silence made your anxiety rise quickly and after a few seconds, you kicked off the blanket, reaching down for your shoes. “I’m sorry.” You apologized. You wanted to be out of there as quickly as possible. You didn’t know if he meant it or not, and you couldn’t pass your confession off as a joke. “What are you doing?” He asked as you slipped a foot into your shoe. “I’m sorry, I should really go, I’m sorry.” You kept apologizing. Sherlock rose out of the chair, walking towards you and reaching a hand down. His hand gently wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from putting your shoe on completely. “Why are you leaving. You really shouldn’t. You’ll never find a cab and it’s dangerous for someone, especially a woman of your size and attractiveness to be wondering around London at night. The area you live in is near one of the dangerous parts of London, it’s best if you stay.” You stopped, staring at him as he spoke. Once he finished,  you leaned back, slipping your shoe back off. Your wrist began to slide from his hand, but stopped once you were palm to palm, his fingers wrapping around yours. He stared down at your hands, as if he was studying them. “I like like you too.” You whispered. “Hmm?” You didn’t want to repeat it, still feeling a little silly as you did so, but he hadn’t heard you. “I like like you too.” “Pardon?” You knew he heard you that time. “I like like you too.” You spoke slowly this time, hoping he would hear you. “You know what I’m saying, I’ve said it four times now. Why do you keep making me repeat it?” You began to chuckle. “Because it’s music to my ears.” He answered, smiling and leaning in. And this time, you got your moment.

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Kekkai Sensen seems to be off limits, even when I try to comprehend the relevant JavaScript after dodging region lock. Grr…I spent and hour and 30 mins just trying to figure out that code!!! Oh well (dejected tone), at least I have Classicaloid…

Reflection 12 (FINAL)

Oh please, X-On. Fighting fire with fire is the worst thing you can do. Haven’t you learnt that over the course of this show?

Gahhhh! Finally, the magical girls have arrived! Thank you, Stan Lee!

Wowee, that was some concentrated sound, so to speak.

Well, that’s just original, y‘know? Pyramid. In the desert. Whoop-de-doo.

Rule number 14138008 of crime-fighting: Always make sure you have a backup in case someone uses yorur kryptonite against you. Or in this case, a superpower-stripping technique.

I don’t think X-On’s become one with the Darkness yet. He has some flippin’ plot armour on his side, after all. Why haven’t any of these guys succumbed to the ageing process yet?

Well, I got my answer to my previous question, but how did vision!Eleanor appear, anyway?

Wait…wait. I knew he had plot armour! Argh! X-On! What the heck did you do to deserve plot armour???

Oh, the magical girls are part sentai and part actual magical girl. Notice they have kanji across their chests for their associated element.

“Why won’t you accept Darkness’s darkness?” – Okay, “Darkness’s darkness” is a bit too redundant, y’hear?

Wait…wait. Ninth Wonder only had 4 members??? Wat. Then Ian goes and undoes all their hard naming work by calling them by their real group name, dangit. You ruined a perfectly good magical girl show, Ian.

They didn’t even put in the crack on X-On’s helmet…head…thingy.

Okay, I am so confused…Guh. Thank goodness it’s over.

Netjuu no Susume 1

I like the rare stories where a girl transforms into a boy for non-hentai reasons. This is the closest anime I’ve gotten so far to that concept, so…yay, me?

“Recommendation of the Wonderful Virtual Life” and “Recovery of an MMO Junkie” mean two very different things on the same topic. What was happening in the localiser’s mind when they created this title for the English-speaking audience???

That scene where Moriko collapses on her bed…for some reason, someone was watching a show with the Moonlight Sonata in the background, so now I think MMO Junkie is sad. (Which is probably wrong.)

Oh, by the way. The –juu in Netjuu gives the word a special kind of connotation. A riajuu is what’s known as a normie, or a non-otaku, non-gamer sort of person. A netjuu must therefore be a net addict. Kiznaiver taught me that.

“I chose the NEET life.” - I know that feel, Moriko.

Oh, they even gave Moriko’s character Saiyan hair for a moment, LOL.

Okay, here’s a pun. Mori (forest) is 3x ki (tree) and hayashi (grove) is 2x ki. That’s using the kanji, though.

The guy with the glasses looks like a dude from Occultic;Nine. I have bad memories of that show because of Ryouka…er, big knockers girl.

Owee. I once joined an RPG because of some IRL friends but I forgot to ask them what group they were in, and so I was a solo quester…so I know that feel, Moriko.

This is based on a Comico manga, so the designs are simple to draw and they were originally in colour, so they just needed to be reworked for animation. See? Backing Comico in my Superstar wa Nemurenai days wasn’t such a bad idea, now, huh?

Himeralda? For a guy character? Well, that broke the gender barrier.

Christmas is a holiday for lovers in Japan, so I suspect it’s something to do with that.

Lawson -> Cowson, LOL.

Despite all the obviously still motion shots, I’m really enjoying this. Why does it have to be 10 eps??? (By the way, why didn’t I get Kekkai Sensen??? Dangit, Funi!!!)

Oh, this is so adorable! Lily even dressed up and Moriko got her chicken! It’s such a heartwarming Christmas for these guys.

These transitions, while not original, I find are really cool. Not Disney-level, but still inventive. Also, that green dot is definitely Hayashi and the pink one Lily.

LOL, Lawson was a sponsor this ep, it seems. Had I paused a little later, I would’ve missed its credit!

This is a keeper for sure. I’m just disappointed about the short ep count (due to the nature of Comico)…and Kekkai Sensen, uwu…

Mahoutsukai no Yome 1

Le hype. That’s all. I’ve been watching 1 – 2 eps per day (for these first eps of the fall season) and since the weekend is so full of good shows, I don’t know how people can watch entire seasons like this…As for my take on this show, it’s pretty and well-received after the OVA and advance screening, so hopefully this will deliver. I’m not an AMB manga fan by the way.

It’s normally a bad sign to start with an OP, but it shows off the animation, so I’m not complaining.

The English title shows how interconnected the world is these days…it’s kinda scary, actually.

Chise looks lke a bride here, or she’s on her deathbed. Both symbolic meanings are applicable.

I never thought Japanese people would be able to capture Western elegance so well.

The chibi-ish style doesn’t suit such a serious show. Are these chibi-ish sections also part of the manga?

I thought the woman with the bonnet was called Silky? Not Silver? The promo materials all say “Silky”, and the OVA did too IIRC.

I think the biggest descriptor of this show is “whimsical”.

Historically, fairies lure people into Fairyland like the stereotypical portrayal of sirens, and they’re not as benign as my portrayal of them in One Wish They Never Wanted.

The irony of a dog-face skull calling you his puppy. It really brings an odd sense of humour to this show.

Welp, that’s another safe keeper. I’ve being quite definite about my choices, as you might have noticed, since the weekend is positively overloaded with shows (as I mentioned earlier).

Code:Realise 1

It’s an otome game adaption. They don’t always go down well, but it’s worth a shot.

Isn’t it “London Bridge is falling down”?

CR seems to have forgotten to title this ep “London Steam” on their site.

Well, they’re guards. Y’think lowering their guard would’ve been a funny pun, at least if this were dubbed in English (which this will be…eventually).

Ooh, so this plain bishie is Arsene Lupin? Me likey.

Like, seriously, Where are this tiny spark-star-thingies coming from?

Impey…who? Update: Google (plus previous spoilers) tell me that Impey is Impey Barbicane, accomplice to Lupin.

LOL, I’ve watched me too many Kaito Kid heists. Me likey, once again. However, the thing I don’t get is the voiceover. Couldn’t Lupin have actually said these lines instead of putting them on voiceover???

Gahhhhhhh! This eyecatch’s bishie has such horrible eyes that they burn mine! Get me out of here!

How does Impey know Cardia’s name??? Update: You’ll get the answer later…

It’s a few generations too early for a man to go to the moon, LOL. Poor Impey.

Victor…well, I never. Anime really does cover everything. Plus, Frankenstein ain’t his monster in this one, which would make Mary Shelley proud.

Hey, Kaitou (Phantom Thief) Lupin is one thing but using your real name as your kaitou identity is taking it a bit far. Sure, there was Kaito Kuroba, but at least he was Kaito Kid as well.

Sheesh, the Horologium sounded like nuclear power before Lupin explained it was Cardia’s heart…that would’ve been tonnes scarier, had Cardia been a nuclear monster.

LOL, Lupin’s so tsundere! Hahaha…

Oh please. Don’t let the vampires steal away Cardia (LOL)!

Victor being pegged as a terrorist has something to do with Isaac, right?

Lupin’s so effin’ short. No wonder he stands in high places when he lords over the British Army, haha.

Smol corgi with cyborg leg is probably my new dog aesthetic, haha. Plus top hat. I like top hats.

Shouldn’t the corgi have died when Cardia grabbed it though, or was that because of its leg?

The rainbow transition was a bit much, but okay. I can live with it.

So smol corgi is called Sisi? What a weird name.

It’s…not bad, I could probably watch until the end. However, the colour scheme seems to be “bright” with these recent female games (see Sengoku Night Blood for another example of what I mean). Well, since I said that, it’s a keeper. (I think the random James Bond-esque scene involving shooting guns then being in front of an explosion in the ED sealed the deal though, LOL.)

Kino’s Journey 1

I’m a noob to the world of Kino, so please don’t spoil me on anything you’ve seen in the previous adaptations! All I really know is the shtick: Kino is neither a guy nor a girl. They stick around in a country for 3 days then leave. They have a talking motorbike named Hermes…that’s pretty much it.

Lerche? On Kino? Y’think someone else could’ve done it better? I feel like a washed-out, subdued feeling would suit this show best. However, these words are coming from a Kino’s Journey noob, as I just said, so disregard me if you want.

Mori no naka de…b? What’s the “b” for?

A few times when they say “country”, I imagine a sea. That makes sense, considering it’s the sea that separates a lot of us.

How does Hermes talk???

Hermes is CGI. Trust my eyes, they’ve seen a lot of CGI for their time.

The gun is called Cannon? Wuh? The other gun is called the Woodsman? Wuh wuh???

A motorrad appears to be a motorbike, but…okay. It’s a BMW make of motorbike. Like a Ford Gran Torino.

*Kino points the gun* Whoa! What a fakeout!

Kino is CGI sometimes, too, it seems.

Those cows seem to be angry at Kino for some reason…

Why does no one question the talking motorbike???

Oh, I see. That was what I suspected from the moment the rifle was shown in the store. Public order is good here because people simply turn a blind eye.

I think Kino hopping behind Hermes should’ve been 2D. It’s not fluid enough in 3D…not quite yet to convey a proper sense of action, but enough to create a sense of disquiet. (Which is what I believe the show wants, so I’ll take my words back for the moment.)

“Ow!” is an understatement, considering it (the arrow) must’ve severed a muscle or two.

Ah, loophole. I didn’t see that coming.

Whoa. What dramatic irony.

I swear they recycle parts of this footage over and over again. I’m getting dejavu.

Hahaha, that crepe ending was funny. It wasn’t an ideal way to finish such an unsettling episode, but it was a good punchline.

Well, I think this is going to be really repetitive, so I’ll put it on hold and roll the next show up.

Dynamic Chord 1

More Ume. As an Ume fan, I’m spoilt for choice this season.

Cherry blossom opening is probably a bad omen. It’s probably the most cliched opening you could go for.

Holy eye colours, Batman! “That yellow should not exist as an eye colour,” is all I’m saying.

Honestly, this is the least gripping band/idol anime I’ve tackled all season. If they’re just going to be angsty in the rain, they should’ve been one season earlier because I would’ve taken this over The Reflection or In Another World With my Smartphone, laser eye boy be damned.

Wait, is pinkhead in the car or out of it? Update: He’s in a convertible. So it’s a yes and a no.

That metronome transition was pretty bad. Really hamfisted.

That transition away from the metronome, I couldn’t even tell that was a transition!

Aw gawsh, spare me. This looks like one of those ads you see play between shows on TV channels without company sponsorship. Or an only-half-decent MV.

I think they’re trying to be Dark and Edgy (TM) in comparison to, say, TsukiPro, but that was better than this.

Extended Pans for No Reason Whatsoever (TM)! Also, Bumblebee car. I’m having fun ripping this show apart, man. Now I see the real quality of Hatewatches (with a capital H), but it’s only been 5 minutes...

Dual eye colour boy (Reon), oi. You really didn’t do anything. Don’t give yourself unnecessary credit.

Bumblebee boy has way too long eyelashes, by the by. Did I ever mention that?

At least they justified the previous shots. That one there, at about the 6 minute mark, was not justified.

Based on Dai Murase (Ume’s role in TsukiPro), I thought the Kyohso doppleganger was gonna be Ume, but he thankfully got someone more attractive (Kuro of apple polisher). I still don’t like the name apple polisher though, how the heck did that name “get popular overseas”???

The camera shakes sometimes for no reason at all.

Reon seems constantly grumpy for some reason…

C’mon…this production is visually quite junky. Admit it.

Please don’t make this another ad fakeout. Only play your cards once for a certain trick…

Pink and blue eyed boy looks like a villian, but he’s probably a “hero” in this story.

This is probably a music video, but if I wanted a music video, I’d go to YouTube. Not an anime, unless it were an anime musiv video (a proper one, not an amateur effort YouTube Poop).

Wait, they spent 5 minutes just showing us a music video? It was pretty bad, so of course I noticed it in a bad way.

What is up with black and blue guy’s hair? I thought bumblebee guy was bad enough.

Sometimes removing the volume is all you need to figure out if an anime is good, since if they cared about their visuals and plot enough, then they wouldn’t be relying on shots of dudes rocking backwards and forward so much.

I get not all band people are singers, but still…bumblebee boy, if you’re so willing, why not you take Reon’s place?

Wait, so pink-haired convertible boy is the famed Yorito??? Dorito, more like it!

If the animators for this show were any good, they’d animate the fingers when the guitarists play. I’ve seen people play the guitar before. I used to take music classes. Geez, Pierrot. Stop skimping.

Another Skimping Technique (TM) – Speedlines in Replacement of Actual Motion (sic).

Too bad Dorito’s skipping practice, eh, Reon?

C’mon, Dorito. First it’s an angsty rain scene, now it’s an angsty shower scene? You don’t even look half hot here. Or half wet, for that matter.

I know anime is meant to look flat, but these sections I’ve been calling “music videos” are…superflat, to give them a name. They look like paper overlaid on the anime background, with little to no real animation being done, and that’s why I’m giving this show such a bad rap.

All that angst…for this? It seems a little anticlimatic, is all I’m saying.

Well, I made it through one episode. It’s probably not as bad as I made it out to be, but I do hatewatch picks for my own pleasure and this just became one of them. Onto the drop pile it goes…

Houseki no Kuni 1

This is the last debut of the fall season, at least until someone hands me Kekkai Sensen. Okay, here’s the story about why I’m here: I heard good things about Steven Universe in my home country, so I went on a trip and tried some Cartoon Network there. Thing is, Steven Universe didn’t resonate with me as much as I thought it would. Therefore, to take the concept and turn it into a real anime – would that do it for me? Let’s find out.

Hmph, I had the sound on this time and I had the feeling all the gems were voiced by women. Like Steven Universe.

When they said “sunspots”, they…uh, kinda meant it.

I feel like Master Kongo’s VA is a bit too soft. Otherwise, this show is pretty good.

Whoa. Seeing Phos shattered like this and still conscious must be freaky. Makes for some good body horror, eh?

Well, this show has some excellent worldbuilding. That’s something I haven’t said in a few seasons…in this simulcast commentary, that is. Made in Abyss has good worldbuilding too. The only problem with this is…where did Phos’s gloves come from?

The eyecatch seems to be in English. Like Princess Principal last season.

The echo, I think, had a worse effect this time than when Kongo destroyed Phos.

“Don’t use that hand!” - LOL.

So Cinnabar’s poison creates amnesia and (an indirect need for) amputation, eh? What a duo of afflictions.

Well, it’s…actually pretty good. Let’s press on.

Anime-Gataris 1

I actually wanted to pass on this, but after seeing Karandi pass judgement on its second episode and seeing a Haruhi reference, I decided I would pass a judgement on it too. Well, it’s an anime about anime. What do you expect, really?

Hahaha…Oarai is known for being popularised by Girls und Panzer, so Galtan is short for Girls with Tanks.

Haritaro = Hamtaro, Dezumon = Digimon, PreFae = PreCure. Haha, it’s an anime watcher’s paradise of parody anime!

“Double riding is illegal.” - I think that’s a reference to the first episode of Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun and the tandem bike.

Fish??? Wuh???

Aw. That fakeout, I was hoping for it to be A Certain Magical Index or something.

Geez, typical School Council Pres with optional Ethereal Glow. Now available in Blonde too, it seems.

Sebastian Michaelis right there.

The teacher just did the flippin’ Ringo (from UtaPri) intro! Holy gender-barriers, Roppongi is a man??? Why I don’t react like that to Ringo, I’ll never know.

The “I should go by myself” bit is also from UtaPri, IIRC. The bit where one of the boys reveals he’s actually the star Haruka likes.

Obvious Chuunibyou with extra Fake Magic. Geesh, if it weren’t for the anime references…I really wouldn’t be covering this…

That’s my face when people talk about anime, LOL. Hero School = Boku no Hero Academia while R:Zero is Re:Zero.

Shika = deer, hence the weird deer. I don’t know what the references around the Shikabari one are, though, including the fence jump.

You picked a fight with the wrong anime lover, Anime-Gataris (I specialise in recent anime, for obvious reasons)! Tamukeda = Tanakeda (Tanaka-kun wa Itsumo Kedaruge) and Toramiko = Kumamiko. Clearly someone doesn’t remember that Kumamiko was a controversial flop, anime-wise.

Bakusou = Bakuon. Therefore, Shikabari is probably…Kiznaiver? No, it’s Kabaneri. That’s the best match, considering we’re talking about spring 2016. Time Travel Shonen = Time Travel Shoujo. Still don’t get the fence jump though.

Kyou Kara Sessha Wa!! = Kyou Kara Ore Wa!!, where “sessha” is an pronoun for…I think it’s older males. Angel Story = Angel Legend (Angel Densetsu).

The OVA references went over my head again…

Gachiemon = Doraemon, naturally. Nobue = Nobita and Karashi = Takeshi (Gouda). Well, while looking for the Gachiemon movie, I found Reddit spoiling it all for me. Refer to it if you don’t want me doing it for you, because I’m going to...ignore it! Haha, you thought I was going to use it as a crutch now, didn’t you? I like this challenge.

The dog one is A Dog of Flanders, Everstrike is Evangelion. I thought the Cinnamon Roll one would be the not-often-mentioned Powerpuff Girls anime  but Reddit says it’s Dragon Ball??? Autumn Wars = Summer Wars.

Light music club = K-On, classical literature club = Hyouka, NJ club = GJ Club.

The cover of this magazine appears to be Newtype or Animage, which I think both started around the 70s or 80s. That’s definitely Urusei Yatsura on the front, though.

The Girl who Slept Through Time = The Girl who Leapt Through Time and Replica…Paprika, perhaps? (Think I was recalling Reddit there.)

Is that…a Boueibu reference?! Or is that just a cliché…? (If it’s a cliché, I’d feel sad, man.)

I feel like the video quality seems to warp a little at infrequent moments. It’s quite disappointing for a 2017 anime to be suffering from strange visual problems like that.

There’s a KonoSuba poster…sort of.

Maria Clara doesn’t look like anything I’ve seen although it does kind of look like Hatsune Miku or Elsword.

Dang that fakeout, I thought she meant the beret.

I feel like this is best binged to get at all the references, so onto the on hold pile it goes. I think its plot will be cliché but its references are the best thing about it.

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Time to thin out the herd! This’ll be tough, since all the contenders I’ve kept have the potential to be great.

The pun here is that 315 (saikou) can mean “the highest”, or in this case, “the best”.

The eyeless producer (and Saito, by the by) was probably a bad idea.

Hey, it’s a 315 business card!

The cardboard boxes say “Bear Mark Moving Company” (Kuma no Ma-ku no Hikkoshi Kaisha).

Ooh! I like ponytail boy. I have a thing for bishies with ponytails.

“Handwriting” is probably the wrong word for a typed contract, CR subbers.

An odd juxtaposition between lawyer (or any other job) and an idol. That’s what piqued my interest about this idol anime specifically – because there is clearly going to be some dirty stuff that comes to light once characters have debuted as idols, and the more disconnect between the past and the present, the more the paps are gonna eat it up. At least, that’s my thoughts, having written Half-Paid Heroes. (I’m currently not sure if I should continue on HPH though, since I had a fight with fellow Honeyfeed writer Aura…).

Nice shirt, Teru (LOL).

When Kaoru broke the cheery atmosphere, Teru’s shirt suddenly said roiya (“lawyer” in katakana, transposed to hiragana).

Dandou literally translates to “male way”. It’s actually hilarious since it sounds really macho…in a bishie show intended to capture a female audience.

“I want us to work together…”

Does this producer have a name? I get the feeling he doesn’t. Maybe, instead of that woman producer they were hinting at at the end of Side Jupiter (was that a woman?), it was this guy.

Sakuraba’s being kind of awkward on the side with his fistpump. I like him.

“Then from now on, the three of you…”

If you know me from Boueibu, you’ll know the line Saito says should actually be “Boys be ambitious”.

The board up the back of the Dramatic Stars’ party says “Celebrate! Dramatic Stars’ Formation”…or something like that, anyway…(Happoro beer, LOL.)

Oh, it’s Hokuto, Shouta and Touma from Jupiter.

It’s this shot from last episode. Oh, okay. It’s kinda like Death Parade in that there are two backstories leading to the same ending shown in ep 1.

What’s with those 17 badges, guys???

This frog mascot looks kinda funny in a (LOL) sort of way. I think Ume’s character will be in a unit with the shota that likes this frog mascot, so…good on me.

At least “Drive a live” doesn’t sound as bad as “Burny!!” or “Crazy Baby Show”, namewise. It does, however, sound like a slogan for a drink-driving government prevention scheme.

I think Ume’s character is the guy behind the counter, although I’m a bit sketchy on that. We’ll see in a few eps.

I think I’ve probably been missing out on something by not listening to the trio with the music. Even though I threw the others out based on visuals and plot, an idol/band show is nothing without its music, so I’ll put Idolmaster on hold so that I don’t become too attached to any of the trio and maybe someday I can evaluate TsukiPro vs Idolmaster better.

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